Rise of the Otherworld.

The monster rushed towards them like a moving mountain, its momentum trembling the earth with every step. A howling wind blew up a cloud of dust, obscuring everyone's vision.

Zhang Hao gripped his sword tightly and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone! We'll attack together!" His voice was faint in the raging wind, but it was filled with determination and fearlessness. His eyes burned with a blazing fighting spirit, and without hesitation, he rushed forward, his figure like lightning, rushing towards the huge monster.

The woman gritted her teeth and followed Zhang Hao, the dagger in her hand flickering with a faint light. Her heartbeat was so rapid that it seemed to burst out of her throat, but she didn't retreat at all. Her eyes revealed a determination, "Even if it means death, I will fight!"

The black-robed figure raised his staff, muttering something as he prepared to cast a powerful spell. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and onto the ground. But his expression was focused, his whole being thrown into preparing the spell.

The herbalist pulled some specially made herbal bombs from his backpack, ready to throw them at the right moment. His hands trembled slightly from nervousness, but he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

Though exhausted, the old man managed to stand upright and cast a defensive spell on everyone. His hands danced, chanting ancient incantations, and a faint light enveloped everyone.

Zhang Hao leaped up and lunged for the monster's eyes. His figure arced through the air like a valiant falcon. The monster, sensing his attack, lashed out with its claws, stirring up a gust of wind. Zhang Hao narrowly avoided the blow, rolled on the ground, and rose again.

The woman took the opportunity to stab the monster's leg, but was blocked by the monster's hard scales. The powerful recoil made her arm numb, but she did not give up and looked for another opportunity to attack.

The black-robed figure finally finished his spell, and a massive blast of fire rushed towards the monster. Like a roaring dragon, the flames instantly enveloped the creature. Stung by the flames, the monster let out a furious roar. Its voice was deafening, as if it threatened to tear the world apart.

The herbalist seized the opportunity and threw the herbal bomb into the monster's belly. With a loud bang, a puff of black smoke billowed from the monster's abdomen. The pungent smell filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

However, these attacks did not cause fatal damage to the monster, but instead angered it even more.

The monster opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a powerful gust of air, blowing everyone to the ground. Everyone rolled on the ground, dizzy and dazed.

Zhang Hao got up from the ground and rushed towards the monster again, "Even if we die, we will fight to the end!" His voice was full of indomitable spirit and determination. His clothes were tattered and his body was covered with wounds, but his steps were still firm.

Encouraged by Zhang Hao, everyone got up and continued to attack the monster.

The woman's magic light continued to flicker. Although the power was not great, it still caused some disturbance to the monster. Her eyes were filled with determination. "I won't let you succeed!"

The black-robed man kept switching spells, trying to find the monster's weakness. The light on his staff grew stronger and weaker, indicating that he was consuming a huge amount of magic power.

The herbalist kept throwing herbal bombs to buy time for everyone. The number of herbal bombs in his backpack was dwindling, but his eyes remained firm.

The old man's defensive spell gradually weakened under the monster's attack, but he still persisted. He kept chanting incantations, trying to maintain the spell's effect.

After a fierce battle, the monster had some wounds on its body, but everyone was also covered in wounds and their strength was almost exhausted.

"This isn't a solution," Zhang Hao gasped. His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, but more of a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, the woman discovered a weak spot on the monster's neck. "Attack its neck!" the woman shouted.

Zhang Hao understood what he was saying and rushed towards the monster again. Using all his strength, he thrust his sword into its neck. His eyes were filled with determination. "I must succeed!"

The monster twisted its body in pain, trying to get rid of Zhang Hao's sword. Its claws waved wildly, posing a huge threat to Zhang Hao.

Everyone gathered their last bit of strength and attacked the monster's neck together. Various spells, flashes of light, and weapons attacked the monster's neck.

Finally, under the combined attack of everyone, the monster collapsed to the ground, its body hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone collapsed to the ground exhausted, breathing heavily. Their bodies had been pushed to their limits, but their eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

"We...we did it..." Zhang Hao said weakly. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and sweat and blood mixed together and flowed down his cheeks.

Before they could rest for a moment, a group of mysterious figures suddenly appeared around them. These figures were hidden in the darkness, their faces could not be seen clearly, but they exuded a dangerous aura.

"What...what is this?" the herbalist said in horror.

Zhang Hao forced himself to stand up, gripping the sword tightly in his hand. "No matter what, we will not retreat!"

The mysterious figure gradually approached, and everyone's heart was lifted again...